I’m home, but I seem to have misplaced my brain. I left the house this morning to go to Wegman’s and then pick up the dogs from the kennel, and I didn’t want to carry my purse, so I loaded my pockets with the essentials: grocery list, cell phone, keys. Notice anything missing? I didn’t, not until I was in the checkout line with half of the groceries already bagged and in the cart. I reached into my pocket for my wallet, and hey! Not there. Not even in the car. The checkout girl was super nice (she said it happens all the time), and she told me she’d finish ringing everything up, suspend the sale, and leave the groceries for me at the customer service desk. I still felt like an idiot. So I raced home (not too quickly, though – the last thing I needed was to get pulled over for speeding and then have to say, “Why, no, Officer, I don’t have my license with me…can I explain?”), grabbed my wallet, raced back to Wegman’s, and then stood in front of the customer service desk for over five minutes while the woman behind the counter discussed her personal problems with someone on the phone. I rescued my groceries and went to pick up the dogs, both of whom said hi to random strangers in the lobby of the kennel before bothering to give me a hello sniff. Ungrateful animals. Who I am SO happy to be home with. (Roxy had a seizure while at the kennel Monday afternoon, so they moved her to the vet side for observation until today. She’s fine.)
I’m wearing my glasses today instead of my contacts, and my eyes have been sending signals to the sleep centers of my brain for hours now (“No contacts! That means it’s bed time. You’re getting very sleepy…”), but I’m fighting the urge to nap. It’s too late in the day for that. Perfect time for a walk, though.